what if I told you, there was a way of knowing, what happens behind close doors? What if I told you that after you left the room, the wall betrayed you and told me your most dirtiest secrets? What if all the sparkle you sparkle, and all the positivism that you portray, is a coat of makeup to hide your salty tears? What if we are all fakes?

*This is a FREE book with PAID exclusive chapters* [The Dad I'd Like to F*ck] "You should be careful," Devin said calmly, bending over to scoop Rory into his arms. "This bathtub can get incredibly slippery." "So I noticed," she said dryly. Mortified, she noticed how erect her nipples were. They stabbed the air like tiny knives of arousal and she was positive that Devin had noticed. "I think I can walk now," she said quickly. To her relief, he set her on the ground and reached for her towel. "This is the second time I'm rescuing you," he said, in that quiet way Rory was beginning to recognise as his annoyed tone. "Let's not make it a habit." Rory tightened the towel around herself, wincing from the motion. "I slipped in the tub. Hardly a rescue." A dirty look crossed his face. "I haven't had sex in two years, Rory. Consider yourself rescued..." He turned to leave "...from me." She was speechless. For starters, this had been the longest conversation she'd ever had with Devin Shaw and, secondly, she was positive that he wasn't as crazy as he let everyone believe he was...

"You're sick," she spat out at him, her face scrunching up, disgusted by his actions. How could someone be so cruel? He chuckled darkly, slowly striding towards her, his half empty glass of whiskey dangling loosely in his grip. He placed it softly behind her on the mantelpiece, his hands now placed either side of her head, trapping her. Her face was void of emotion, but her sharp intakes of breath revealed how she truly felt. His presence affected her, and their close proximity seemed to do something to his heart. He brought his hand up to her glossy black hair, tucking it behind her ear like he always liked it, "I'm not sick, I'm twisted. You make it sound like there's a cure." ~ Due to horrid circumstances, Alexia Clarke is left with no other choice but to join the American Italian mafia in hopes it will remove her from the grid forever, after killing the first man she had ever loved. Vincent Gambino, the ultimate leader of the five families within the mafia, was unhinged, deranged and all types of fucking crazy. With a newcomer in town, he had his eyes focused on the one and only Alexia, who was now the centre of his attention. If only she knew that that was the most dangerous place to be.

"Despite her most overpowering instincts to run and hide from the great beast that lurked beneath Allister's deathly pale skin, despite the most natural instincts engraved into her human mind, Ainslie couldn't resist the deep bond she felt for a man more frightening than her darkest nightmares. For while he was her very nightmare brought to life, he was also the only man she truly trusted in her heart, the only man she had ever felt such a connection to, the only man she had ever known to be such a compelling contradiction worth every bit of her attention and compassion." ~ One woman, snatched away in the darkness of the night by The Beiste of Bolham ~ Every full moon the Beast of Bolham awakes, overpowered by the strong hold the moon has over him and unable to deny his natural urges, humanity is shed and the transformation of the beast is complete. Fearful of the Beasts full power the men of the village, armed with swords and flaming torches, collect together for the hunt to chase down the Beast to protect their women and children. Over ridden by her curiosity of the strange noises in the forest, Ainslie Clayworth ventures out into the darkness with only a lamp to guide her. But when the flame dies out and she's met with the face of the fearsome beast itself, her curiosity may just be her fatal mistake. COPYRIGHT ALL RIGHTS RESERVED 2016 PART I COMPLETE PART II ONGOING

Stella Tavoularis Is rushed back to her home Country island of Anafi when a 'tragedy' happens, well it's just her mother being the drama queen she is. Stella dislikes anything that reminds her of her Greek heritage, including Greek men. In the mist of all things family and Greek, she finally decides to get some color back into her skin-- when a creature comes out of the water, a muscly creature.